I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they, got a hold of me
I'd open doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen, with me
I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm, feelin' mean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
(No more Mr. Nice Guy)
They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen, with me
I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm, feelin' mean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smedley, recognized me
He punched me in the nose
He said
(No more Mr. Nice Guy)
(No more Mr. Clean)
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They said I'm sick, I'm obscene
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They said I'm sick, I'm obscene
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